Wicked heat in an icy town leaves her lying restless.
She’s eclectically quirky, with cotton pyjamas, hair tousled & large framed spectacles.
Huffing and frustrated she rises and stares at the clock: midnight.
Pacing and thinking of the errands ahead leaves her slightly crestfallen.
Candles now alit; the prickly flame leaves her agitated with remembrance.
She stares into the mirror, her reflection and shadow dancing in the flame’s light.
The wicked heat leaves her standing restless, watching herself.
She is a darkened beauty; tousled hair & large framed spectacles.
She sheds her clothes and smiles at the curves of her hips and the way her breasts stand perfectly upright.
Growing older but nothing wanes.
Lines stretch across her hips and she laughs while remembering moment when puberty introduced herself.
New hairs took her by shock, and a heavy chest left her self-conscious at 13.
Yet now, she stands – ungracefully posing & smiling, making funny faces to the naked adult body peering back.
Crawling into bed, she releases a passionate sigh at the meeting of the sheet with her skin.
Young skin, smooth, soft, taut, nothing has waned.
Hair tousled & a large smile, she delights in the rising hills of her thighs, and the trough of her slim waist.
She sighs, rolls and falls off her throne. Naked on the floor, she feels 13 again – only with a more bouncy anatomy.
Tousled hair & darkened beauty, she relaxes and enjoys her own company.
Heat rises from her zones, but she cools it with a touch.
Growing older, pleasure never wanes.